There's a man who walks beside me
â¨It is who I used to be
â¨And I wonder if she sees him
â¨and confuses him with me
â¨And I wonder who she's pinin' for
â¨on nights I'm not around
â¨Could it be the man who did the things
â¨I'm living now ?
â¨I was rougher than a timber
â¨shippin' out of Fond du Lac
â¨When I headed south at 17
â¨ol' sheriff on my back
â¨I never held a lover in my arms or in my gaze
â¨So I found another victim every couple days
â¨But the night I fell in love with her
â¨I made my weakness known
â¨Through the fires and the farmers diggin' dusty fields alone
â¨The jealous innuendos of the lonely hearted men
â¨Let me know what kind of country I was sleeping in
â¨Well you couldn't stay a loner
â¨on the plains before the war
â¨My neighbors had been slightin' me
â¨I had to ask what for
â¨Rumors of my wickedness had reached our little town
â¨Soon she'd heard about the boys I used to hang around
â¨We'd robbed a Great Lakes freighter,
â¨killed a couple men or more
â¨And I told her her eyes flickered like the sharp steel of a sword
â¨All the things that she'd suspected
â¨I'd expected her to fear
â¨Was the truth that drew her to me when I landed here
â¨There's a man who walks beside me
â¨he is who I used to be
â¨And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me
â¨And I wonder who she's pinin' for
â¨on nights I'm not around
â¨Could it be the man who did the things
â¨I'm living down ?
â¨Well I carved a cross from live oak
â¨and a box from shortleaf pine
â¨Buried her so deep
â¨she touched the water table line
â¨I picked up what I needed
â¨and I headed south again
â¨To myself I wondered
â¨would I find another friend
â¨There's a man who walks beside her,
â¨it is who I used to be
â¨And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me.